The atmosphere atop the Golden Sun Grand Colosseum's central platform was suffocating. Before the survivors, seated upon a raised throne carved from jade and bathed in gold, the Emperor's figure emanated a majestic aura that made the air tremble.
Ethan took his seat in the central chair of honor, keeping Isabella by his side. The frost princess, the blind monk, and the other prominent cultivators occupied their respective spots, straightening their attire with respect.
The imperial crier stepped forward three paces and unrolled a scroll embroidered in silk, pitching his voice in a ceremonious tone that echoed throughout the colosseum.
"On this memorable day, beneath the august gaze of our Great Emperor, we recognize the valor, strength, and cunning of those who have prevailed over death," proclaimed the crier. "First place in this grand trial belongs, without objection, to the young hero Ethan and the Soaring Dragon faction."
